Alistair's mind was reeling as he tried to rapidly assimilate everything that had happened in the past five minutes. He smiled at some of the other patrons, nodded to the two busboys he'd passed. He was certain of two things: That whatever had just happened to him had been happening for a while and that everyone in the Winters party was just like him.
He wasn't thinking about the hug from the girl nor the proprietary hand on her shoulder by the man whom his mind registered as brother. There were too many conflicting memories surrounding those two.
"Here's your room," Alistair said as he ushered them inside, "a server will be with you shortly."